Dice of Fate

Stretch is Coming

"Okay guys I have an idea! Why don't we just play the game again tomorrow? I mean..."Ink started saying before immediately being cutoff. "MY BROTHER IS TURNING INTO A PUPPET!" "1'M a fUNk1nG CHiL-cH1Ld!" "DREAM'S ARUA IS BECOMING WHAT IT SHOULD BE OPPOSITE OF!"That's not very radical my painty broseph." (I feel like I'm going to vomit neon 'cause I wrote that) "BLUEBERRY HAS THE LOWEST ENERGY LEVELS I'VE EVER SEEN HIM WITH!" "We literally can't leave anyways. You saw what the game did when Error tried to get out." Everybody was talking except Ink. (I just noticed he is acting more soulless then most versions of him that don't even have a soul he sure is a mystery)

When everything settled down the cards they got out were blank again, but soon something was writing on them in the ever so present writing of those cards of fate. "I will allow you guys to leave but when you are done I will force all of you guys back here. Enjoy"

"Well then... does anybody want to help me get nightmare back? He clearly can't do it himself. Funk he has strings that can only make me assume he won't be able to... Okay he's walking," Dream said once the cards were done with their thing. Nightmare looked like his mouth has been cut to look like a puppet's mouth was up and walking as a cluster of strings was behind him. "I can funking take care of myself! And Fresh get the funk out of here so I can do this properly!" Nightmare yelled the bottom part of his puppet like mouth going down and back up instead of the normal mouth movement. "Why don't we just go back to our homes and do what the game lets us do so we can actually keep what little of ourselves we have left," Blueberry said as he was typing a text to his brother.

Before anybody could know what was happening they heard somebody attempt to break down Ink's front door. "Ugh, not again. I THOUGHT I SAID THIS IS MY PERSONAL..." Ink started yelling towards the door. He would have finished his sentence but before he knew it the door broke of it's hinges and on the other side of the doorway was an angry Stretch. Wait scratch that, angry would be an understatement. Stretch went over to Ink and said one sentence,"What did you do to my bro." "Look look it's nothing. He'll go back to normal when the game ends," Ink said as he started to somehow sweat. "Well then you better finish that game now," Stretch said each word leaking out more venom then the last. Stretch looked at the game board and the cards and the cards read," Let them have their little rest. Your brother sure needs it. He will be sleeping a lot more then usual. Enjoy"